At the end of the Tang Dynasty, storytelling books began to appear, and spread to the Song Dynasty. In the Wasi, it was like a teahouse in later generations. Storytellers spoke according to the content of the storytelling books. The few sentences I just heard were the short-lived version of the Northern Song Dynasty, "The Talk of the Three Treasures of the Book of the Tang Dynasty to obtain scriptures". However, at the beginning of the storytelling, there was a lot of written language in the text. In addition, at the beginning of the storytelling, the characters were not full, and the protagonists were only Tang Monk and Monkey, and there was no shadow of Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng at all. The story was simple and the description was much more rough.

Liang Feng thought to himself: "Your sister, you can find it without any effort to get it. I was just thinking about how to make money, but it seems that this first pot of gold is on this.

"Uncle Yong, Uncle Yong".

"Young master, what's the matter?" Uncle Yong responded with a strong local accent outside the door. "You go to the street to buy some pens and ink for me tomorrow, I want to use it." "Young master wants pens and ink? This shop has it. If it's urgent, I'll borrow it now." Liang Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, and he struck while the iron was hot. He hurriedly said, "Okay, then go and borrow it quickly." Uncle Yong responded and went straight to the store to borrow pens and inkstones. After a while, he brought the pens, inkstones, spread it on the table, and then found a spoon to scoop some water and put it in the ink, grinding it with ink. Liang Feng carried his hands on his back and forth in the room, recalling the original text of "Journey to the West". After Uncle Yong grinds the ink, Liang Feng sat down, picked up the pen, rubbed the paper with his left hand, and silently said in his heart.

Sorry, Master Wu, I first came to the Song Dynasty, but I couldn't pick my shoulders and hold my hands, so I had to plagiarize the master's works and make a living. I hope you know in the old spring. I will forgive you for your sins." Suddenly, I thought that it was the Song Dynasty at this time, and it was still hundreds of years before Wu Cheng'en was born, and I couldn't help laughing. I fantasized that if Wu Cheng'en read his "Journey to the West", would he be impressed? As a time traveler who has no body and is almost completely incapable of living in this dynasty, perhaps the only way is to make full use of his unique resources to serve his own development and growth. As for knowledge copyright, face, etc., I had to put them aside.

He suddenly remembered a lyric from a TV series that planned many years ago: To survive, wipe away the tears first, walk over, there is a sky ahead.

Liang Feng's writing kept writing, and in less than an hour, he had already written the first chapter "The origin of spiritual roots and the origin of mind and nature to cultivate the great way of cultivation". After writing, it was almost my last. He looked up at Uncle Yong beside him, and had already lie on the table with his hands and sleeping for a long time. Liang Feng gently called it, and the master and servant went to bed to rest.

The next day, Liang Feng handed the copy of the manuscript to Uncle Yong and told him to go to the next door to find the person who sang the book yesterday. He must hand the manuscript to the manuscript in person and ask him to read it. He also told him to be respectful, but if the man disdained and just took it back, he must not ask for help. Uncle Yong went as he said, and Liang Feng was waiting for the arrival of good news in the inn.

When the lights were about to be held, Uncle Yong came back and said to Liang Feng when he entered the door: "Master, I have handed that thing over to the scholar-singer."

"Oh? Did he see it, what did he say?"

"He seems to be very busy and has no time to see him in person, but he is very polite. He asked me a few words about the young master. He also said that he would read carefully after he finished his book. I will come back."

"Oh, that's it. Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Yong, then wait."

Liang Feng waited in the inn for three days, but no one heard back. He gradually turned into suspicious people. Could it be that this thing has been circulated? It was impossible. I heard him say that day that it was the original one. If there were, he would not have to use it. I didn’t copy it all for him. It was the first time, it was not worth the copyright occupied, right? Liang Feng thought to himself, and became irritable. It was like a year of life. If this shot was hoarse, it would be difficult to think about it again. Alas...

On the fourth day, Master Liang Feng basically had no hope. He got up early in the morning and ordered Uncle Yong to finish lunch, check out and leave, and continue to go north. It is said that if you don’t stay here, you will have your own stay. When you arrive in Tokyo Bianliang, there is still a great opportunity.

At noon, Uncle Yong packed his luggage, Liang Feng leaned his hands on the bed and lay boredly.

"May I ask, is there a Liang Xiaoguanren living in this house?"

Someone asked outside the door. The sound was not loud, but in Liang Shao's ears, it seemed like a thunderous blow. He jumped up and replied, "Who is looking for me?" He opened the door while saying that, and a man with a soft head with a drooping wings and a straight gray-blue grey and blue body. He was standing outside the door with a humble smile on his face. "You are?" Liang Feng asked. "Xiao Ke is from Cuihua Building across the alley. He is a lowly person. He sings books on his daily basis. Today, he is here to meet the little official." Qian Xiaoyi

After listening to it, Liang Feng was angry immediately, "Okay, you bastard, you have been given four days to manuscripts, and I have been slow to come. I have to roll the bed and leave. You are late. A stinky storyteller is still pretending to be airs!" He said with a face, "I don't know what Mr. Qian is coming?" Qian Xiaoyi immediately bowed and bowed: "I dare not be the word "sir". The villain is just singing the book, just because the noble servant sent the manuscript a few days ago. Today I came to ask for advice!"

"Since it's a matter of manuscripts, it's strange. Why haven't you heard from me these days? I think that thing is worthless and not worth the money... Brother Qian went this trip. Well, I'm leaving Xiangzhou now, and there will be a date later!" Liang Feng said, and turned around to see him off.

"The official walked slowly, Rong Xiaoyi said something." The old Qian seemed to be anxious, and he didn't care about politeness and grabbed Liang Feng's sleeve and said.

"Let go, you're going to be a stalemate. If you have something to say, don't touch me." Liang Feng was also anxious.

"Ah? Is it called a karao?" Qian Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment and said, "The little official is to let me say it. It's not that I'm neglecting the little official, I'm really illiterate." After saying that, he felt a little uncomfortable. Liang Feng was also stunned: "You can't read? I'm listening to you next door, so I'm just talking smoothly."

"That's the skill passed down by the ancestors. Most of our industry are poor. Few have money to enter school. For the sake of food, they are all taught by the master." "Oh!" Liang Feng said suddenly, so it was. He asked, "Why are you here again today?" Seeing that Liang Feng's tone improved, Qian Xiaoyi hurriedly said, "I saw that the noble servants came carefully that day, and I really didn't dare to be negligent. But because I couldn't walk when I was writing, and I didn't know what to write. After I finished the book, I found a gentleman and asked him to read it to me. I realized that the official sent the story of a stone monkey from the sky. It was extremely exciting, but I had never heard of it since I was young. I was about to come the next day, but I sprained my ankle just as I was about to go out and couldn't walk. I rested at home for three days before I could leave. I hope the young official would forgive me for his crime."

In fact, Qian Xiaoyi was alone and had a poor family. He said he had been lying at home for three days, but in fact he had been hungry for three days. The most valuable thing in the family was his outfit. Since he heard "Journey to the West" read to him by someone that day, he knew with his professional experience that if this book was spread, it would be very popular. Therefore, he was well-dressed and came to the door in a solemn manner, hoping to give people a good impression.

After hearing the explanation, Liang Feng felt much more comfortable. After changing his face, he said to Qian Xiaoyi with a smile: "So that's it. I'm the mistake of blaming Brother Qian. Please come in, please come in." While saying that, he let Qian Xiaoyi into the house.

The two of them went into the room to sit down. Without tea, they asked Uncle Yong to pour two bowls of boiling water. They raised their glasses and said, "Please, please."

With boiling water, Qian Xiaoyi said, "The manuscript of Xiaoguan is extraordinary. I don't know if Xiaoguan means to let me use this as a songbook? But the official must know that although he is nominally invited by his boss, he actually has to pay a rest every day and can only make a living. He doesn't make much money. This songbook will definitely cause a sensation, but I'm afraid I can't count on making a lot of money." Liang Feng smiled and gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother Qian is really happy. I know you are telling the truth. Although I am an amateur, I can understand the truth. I just have a question to ask for advice."

"Please speak, official."

"With your fame, how much money can you earn every day when singing books in this Wasi?"

"I'm ashamed to say that in the city of Xiangzhou, there are really not top-notch. There are six or seven wasi in the city. This is the west of the city, and the poorest place. Besides, I can't sing it alone. Every four days, I and other colleagues sing one book to make the sing a coherent book. When something happens, if I fall a few days ago, there will be others on the top. Then I have to spend thirty or forty cents in one go, and I can only make a living by thirty or forty cents every day. However, if a small official can teach the manuscript to the lower city, in the next month, I will definitely be able to reach the prosperous place in the East City like Zuihua Tower, and the famous wasi in Baishengyuan, and then I am afraid that there will be no 100 entries every day."

"That's good. To be honest, Brother Qian, don't blame me. I invited Uncle Yong to find you that day, but I didn't expect that Brother Qian was illiterate. In fact, I met Zhang San or Li Si that day, I didn't care at all. Since I met you, we are destined to be together. You have a good idea, and I think so. Then we will make a reservation. This month, you don't have to go to the next door to sing books. Every day, I will come to me and tell you the manuscript in detail. I will be responsible for the food expenses. You will be burdened. Good students will learn. I hope you will have a shot. We will have benefits at that time. What do you think?"

After hearing this, Qian Xiaoyi stood up in awe and bowed respectfully to Liang Feng: "Thank you for your cultivation. Xiao's introductory thoughts must be studied well within five, so that he will not let down the hard work of the officials." Qian Xiaoyi was overjoyed, even saving the word "small".

"It's just that there is still something to ask the honest officials."

"Speaking."

"This book was written by officials and taught by officials. If this can be successful, I would like to divide the 30% 7 with the official. I will divide the 30% 7 with the official. I don't know if it is enough?" Although Qian Xiaoyi was so excited that his brain was congested, he had not forgotten the main business. He thought in his mind that if this book could become famous, he would be thanks to the little official in front of him, and of course he would not dare to take credit. The 30% 7% 7 was indeed said sincerely.
Chapter completed!